More poetry written by me

I feel God's love crashing in on me,
as if I were the shore upon a sea.
At times high, at times low,
sometimes falling gently as snow.
Yet always it remains the same,
for His son has bore our pain.
Nothing more, nothing less,
the Son of Man has giv'n us rest.
Forever praise the Song of God,
who has worn our shame, and spared the rod.
His scars remind us of that good day,
when He took all our sins away.
So let's remember today, when we drink our mocha,
that through His son, God sent the quota.
Of the love that our lives should bear,
of the love that we ourselves should share.
For God did not give so that we could hoard,
but for us to share that Christ is Lord.
This is our commission, 'tis our call,
to share to the masses, one and all.
For we are placed, right here, right now,
to advance His kingdom, ev'ry knee will bow.
Let's live for God this very hour,
so that through us He will reveal his power.
In everything, make God the story,
in everything, give God the glory.